Getting away from the family (Open)

"Yes, Mama... Yes, Mama... Yees, Mama... Yes! Alright!" Tito had to cut his grandma off before she really got going. When she gave out orders in Italian, she could hit such a tempo that you could barely understand what she was saying. Tito glared down at the old lady who was a foot shorter than him, yet who scared him more than most things. Well, maybe not more than Papa Tito, but close.

The limousine stopped, and Tito got out, along with his grandmother, sister and two bodyguards. They made quite the sight as they stepped into the Laky Cauldron. The only ones not wearing a suit were Arianna and his grandmother, both of whom wore black dresses instead. Even though it was a very tight dress, Tito knew that his sister, a Hogwarts graduate, hid at least two knives somewhere in there...

"Pushy little..." Tito mumbled as he put a cigarette in his mouth, gritting his teeth. So what if he had to repeat fifth year due to truancy? Couldn't they just have kicked him- Tito's thought process was interrupted when a burning pain appeared on his cheek, courtesy of Mama's slap. She started cussing him out in Italian, and Tito reminded himself that he wasn't allowed to smoke in Mama's presence. Not until he became the Head of the family, anyway...

The five of them made their way into Flourish and Blotts, where Tito took advantage of the crowd to slip away. If Mama wasn't family and a woman, Tito would have used the brass knuckles in his pocket on her... Leaning against a bookshelf, Tito took a deep breath, held it for a while, then exhaled. Alright, so maybe going back to Hogwarts was good for at least one thing: He wouldn't have to deal with Mama for a while...

Nike sighed and buried her face back into the book she was reading, intent on ignoring the world. She had just exited Knockturn Alley, and much to her dismay... it was boring as hell. For some reason, most people tended to think that the place was dangerous. She didn't understand that. I mean, it was dangerous, but at the same time, it seemed to lack excitement.

I mean, don't get her wrong, a lot of things happened there. For example. There was that Lady who was going to sell her to a Pureblood as a pet, then the bar fight, then the attempted rape, then the- well, you get the point. It was exciting, just not her type of exciting... oh well. Does it matter? She was going to compete in the TriWizard Tournament... at least she thought she was. It would be fun.

Anyways. She was on her way to a book store in Diagon Alley. She was suppose to meet her... acquaintance at the Apparition Point... but she didn't want to. He irked the shit out of her, excuse her french.

So, stopping in front of the only book store in the damned place, she was nearly sent to the floor by some of the more enthusiastic customers... she shrugged. I wonder if there is a magical equivalent of manga? Nike thought in slight amusement, not really expecting there to be any and walked through the doors, feeling the magic drift over her.

"I wonder where to start looking." Was the last thing she said, as she started her scavenger hunt.

Tito leaned back against a bookshelf, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He didn't really know what to do with his newfound freedom. He supposed he could go to the Leaky Cauldron and try to get the bartender to sell him some alcohol, but he'd just get chewed out by Mama later. Either her, or Arianna. So, he decided to just stand there for a while, away from anything that might annoy him.

"I wonder where to start looking," he heard a voice to his right say, and he looked over to see a girl, definitely not a bad-looking one, looking around by her lonesome. Tito looked around, and saw that no one was with her. That was a good sign. Adjusting the fedora on his head, Tito walked over to the girl, his head tilting to the side as he looked her over.

Definitely not bad-looking, he decided, before he spoke, making sure that his Italian accent was evident, "You know, they say that the first sign of going insane is talking to yourself," he said pleasantly. It would be good to talk to someone. It would take his mind off the fact that he was dying for a cigarette.

"I haven't seen you before. I take it you're not a Hogwarts student?"

You know, they say that the first sign of going insane is talking to yourself.

The voice was a little to her left, making her eyes widen. "And I thought I was alone." She murmured, turning. The boy... teen maybe, was about a little younger then her, though he looked older. And if she wasn't mistaken, and she rarely was... when she was trying, he was Italian. Not that deducing that was very hard, considering his voice was obviously accented.

I haven't seen you before. I take it you're not a Hogwarts student?

"Wow. Zat waz ze deduction of ze month." She blinked, and shook her head, realizing she was being a little too sarcastic. I mean, it wasn't his fault that she was having a bad day. She cocked her head to the side. He was handsome, that much was certain, but she had enough with the empty headed blondes at her current school. So she hoped he was at least semi-intelligent. She snorted softly and smiled somewhat amicably, speaking before he could talk.

"I'm zorry. I vas rude." She held out a hand and bit her lip, a habit she found calming when she didn't know what to do. "Mine name eez Nike. Nike Amzel. I go to Beauxbatons. It eez a pleasure to meet yoo." And she grinned brightly, finding you gained more flies with honey, then with vinegar...

"Wow. Zat waz ze deduction of ze month."

Tito felt himself twitch slightly. A little too much sarcasm for his tastes, and she was lucky she was a woman, for if she was a man, then that comment would have gotten her acquainted with Tito's brass knuckles. Luckily, she was a woman, though, and Tito just swallowed the scathing retort he had at the tip of his tongue. "I'm zorry. I vas rude."

I'd say, Tito thought, but he didn't say it out loud. He wasn't one to make enemies with women unless they really annoyed him. Or if they were from a rival family. She held out a hand for Tito to shake. "Mine name eez Nike. Nike Amzel. I go to Beauxbatons. It eez a pleasure to meet yoo," she spoke, her accent making it painfully clear that she was French. Tito usually didn't like the French, mostly because he thought their language was fruity, but coming from a woman, it was sexy.

He shook her hand. "Tito Quintilliano Lentini the Fifth," he introduced, giving his full name, which he was very proud of. "But people just call me T, or Little T." He smiled at her. "So, what are you looking for here?"

Tito Quintilliano Lentini the Fifth

That was a mouthful. Though when he smiled, he looked a little more friendly, then when she said her little sarcastic thing.

But people just call me T, or Little T. So, what are you looking for here?

Nike bit her lip, noticing he still hadn't let go of her hand, but didn't say anything. He seemed a little intimidating, not that she cared much. Life at Beauxbatons taught her it was what connections the family had to make a person. Again, she was apathetic to those reasonings, knowing that the decision made her the odd one out.

Huh. She didn't know what to say. Should she say she was looking for muggle manga in a magical store, or maybe a book on advanced charms to make herself look better? That was what most girls in her school did when they met foreign boys... it was stupid and complicated.

She finally decided, releasing his hand. "I am lookeeng for ze..." She hesitated and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Comic... books?" She bit her lip once again, looking down at her feet. Did reading manga make her weird? She thought inwardly.

After a moment of thinking, the girl, Nike (A very strange name, in his opinion), let go of his hand and spoke once more with her heavy accent. "I am lookeeng for ze..." she said and seemed to hesitate, her hand moving up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Tito would bet that her hair was soft as silk. "Comic... books?"

Tito couldn't help but chuckle. Even as a Muggleborn, he knew that there were no comic books to be found anywhere in Diagon Alley. "Well, you're out of luck, lady," he said with a smile. "In this store, you'll find nothin' more than a bunch of dusty old tomes and magic books. I think the closest you'd get to a comic book would be the illustrations in Tales of Beedle the Bard."

Not that Tito had ever read that book, but his dormmates seemed to think that book was the greatest book ever, even though it seemed to be filled with nothing but stupid kids' tales. He heard his name being called and saw his grandmother glaring at him, shouting at him in rapid Italian. Anyone who spoke Italian would blush at how much Mama swore.

"Mama!" he yelled angrily. "I'm talking to someone here, alright? Lei è francese, in modo da andare via!" He made a shooing motion, and Mama, cursing him out one more time, walked off, mumbling to herself. Tito turned back to Nike. "Sorry about that."

Well, you're out of luck, lady, In this store, you'll find nothin' more than a bunch of dusty old tomes and magic books. I think the closest you'd get to a comic book would be the illustrations in Tales of Beedle the Bard.

She sighed, and looked down to the floor, crestfallen. "I knew zat." She grumbled slightly, blushing and looking back up at the taller male. "Eet waz a delusional hope." She bit her lip, starting to talk under her breath about the people in the Wizarding world. "Who doesn't zell comic books een zis world? Even Knockturn Alley didn't have ze books." She shook her head and smiled slightly.

Then there was a shout, and the most vulgar language came from the woman standing outside the window, and she seemed to be aiming her ire at the teen in front of her. "Mon dieu." She breathed, wide eyed at the... most creative swearing she's heard since she visited that French restaurant last week. I mean, she didn't speak Italian, but she knew enough to know swearing when she heard it... and how to translate it.

"Mama!" Oro? That was his mother? Surprising, but she heard from a friend Italians had tempers. Sounded like fun. "I'm talking to someone here, alright? Lei è francese, in modo da andare via!" He made a shooing motion, and she was amused to see the woman swear at him a bit more, before walking off. Tito turned back to her. "Sorry about that."

Nike shook her head and smiled slightly. "Non, non, eet ees fine." She slipped the book she was holding into one of the many pockets her coat held, before biting her lip again. "Yoo are not from here... are yoo?" She asked hesitantly, cocking her head to the side. It seemed she was back to asking stupid questions, for as soon as that question was out, she hung her head with a sigh.

"I knew zat," the girl grumbled with a cute blush on her face. "Eet waz a delusional hope. Who doesn't zell comic books een zis world? Even Knockturn Alley didn't have ze books."

Tito chuckled at that. "I'm afraid these witches and wizards aren't too big on comic books. Y'know, it's not really their thing. I don't think they see the point of it all. You'd need to go to a Muggle shop if you want comic books. I'd recommend that store run by a Turk just down the street from the Leaky Cauldron. Just tell him Tito Lentini sent you, and you should get a discount."

After all, almost every shop in London, Muggle, that is, was paying protection money to the Lentinis. Tito may not have had considerable influence in the magical world, but he had a lot of it in the Muggle world. Nike looked shocked to hear Mama curse Tito out, even though she probably didn't understand what the old hag was saying. She shook her head and smiled when he apologized.

"Non, non, eet ees fine." The way she bit her lip, he had to admit, was very attractive. "Yoo are not from here... are yoo?"

"Not really," Tito said with a chuckle. "I'm an Italian born and raised in New York, and moved to England. And I take it you're born and raised in France?"

"I'm afraid these witches and wizards aren't too big on comic books. Y'know, it's not really their thing. I don't think they see the point of it all. You'd need to go to a Muggle shop if you want comic books. I'd recommend that store run by a Turk just down the street from the Leaky Cauldron. Just tell him Tito Lentini sent you, and you should get a discount.

The way he said that, so confident, made her wonder. Though she didn't really stop and think about it all that much, she was just happy that she would be able to buy her books somewhere while she was here for the Tournament. It would be hell to keep going back to France just to buy them... ugh. Portkey sucks.

She giggled softly and smirked lightly. "Oh? Do yoo geeve everyone ze zame treatment?" Though the words were teasing, she was insanely curious, not use to not knowing something. Who was he?

"Not really," She smiled slightly when he laughed, he was very handsome when he did that. "I'm an Italian born and raised in New York, and moved to England. And I take it you're born and raised in France?"

She bit her lip again, a habit she was going to break... sooner or later. "Oiu. Mes- Mine parents," She corrected, hand clenching unconsciously at the thought of them. They had left her alone, but since they still sent money from wherever they were, she wasn't an orphan... yet. "Mine parents travel, so I stay with mine surrogate muzzer (mother) in Reims."

She shook her head, not wanting to get both Tito and herself depressed. So she tried to think of something to change the subject with. But- she was drawing a blank, not use to talking so long with a person... erm boy. She looked up, eyes hiding behind long lashes, an admittedly attractive boy at that, she thought with a small, almost unnoticeable blush.

She gave him a delicious smirk that made Tito happy that he'd given her the directions to the Turk's store. "Oh? Do yoo geeve everyone ze zame treatment?" she asked, and Tito laughed. He had the perfect answer to give her.

"Not at all, only beautiful girls like yourself. Sadly, I haven't had a chance to meet one on your level yet," Tito said with a smirk, giving her a once-over. "I take it Beauxbatons is more of an attraction to girls with your looks, eh?"

"Oiu. Mes- Mine parents," It was cute, the way she stumbled over some of the English words, he had to admit. It was always fun speaking to foreigners. "Mine parents travel, so I stay with mine surrogate muzzer (mother) in Reims."

"Ah, Reims," Tito said, nodding slowly. "I would have guessed Paris. You strike me as a Parisian. I've never been to Reims before. Is it nice there?"

"Not at all, only beautiful girls like yourself. Sadly, I haven't had a chance to meet one on your level yet," Ah. He was one of those Casanova types she'd read so much about in her books. But the look she was getting, was not what Nike was use to. "I take it Beauxbatons is more of an attraction to girls with your looks, eh?" She frowned at that, feeling both complimented and insulted. She sighed, guess she was just 'one of the girls'.

She bit her lip and nodded once, feeling sort of uncomfortable.

"Ah, Reims," He nodded slowly, looking as though he knew what he was talking about, though she had a feeling he was just a bit lost. "I would have guessed Paris. You strike me as a Parisian. I've never been to Reims before. Is it nice there?"

Her face brightened, happy to find something she knew all too intimately. "Oiu." She said with some enthusiasm. "Zere ees ze Domaine Les Crayères. Though, most of ze étrangers," She frowned. "Mine mistake. Ze foreigners vizit because of eet's champagne. C'est délicieux. At least, what I've heard."

She gave a pessimistic smile, "I am not yet old enough to drink the drink yet." She tilted her head to the side curiously. "Yoo are from ze New York-" Her words stumbled a bit. "How ees eet over zere?"

It sounded like a dangerous place, at least, that's what her only semi-friend Synn said. She frowned inwardly. The idiot.

"Oiu. Zere ees ze Domaine Les Crayères. Though, most of ze étrangers... Mine mistake. Ze foreigners vizit because of eet's champagne. C'est délicieux. At least, what I've heard."

Tito had to bite his tongue to keep from yawning. Her broken English was slowly going from cute to mildly annoying, but she was very beautiful, so he endured it, and made sure to keep a charming, interested look on his face. "I am not yet old enough to drink the drink yet." Hm, was the age of maturity over 17 in France? "Yoo are from ze New York-" The New York? That was the first time Tito had heard it called that. "How ees eet over zere?"

"Oh, it's pretty interesting," Tito said evasively. He didn't want to divulge too much information regarding his family's past in New York. "I was pretty young when we moved away from there. My grandfather felt that it was too dangerous a city for his grandchildren to grow up in."

Tito smiled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. This little trip to Diagon Alley wasn't bad at all. Well, it was pretty bad, to tell the truth, but this moment was enough to make Tito ignore that little fact. "So, how long will you be staying in England before you go back to France?"

Synn gave a small huff, head staring up into the sky as he contemplated his boredom. Usually when he was this bored he'd go and bother his brother, Kahin. But, considering where he was- that wasn't very smart. He sighed and enjoyed the sun on his face, listening to the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley... the place where the TriWizard Tournament was being held. Obviously not in Diagon Alley, but the place place.

He trying to see if any entertainment was going to show itself, but it seemed to be as calm as any day. Huh. This place was really peaceful, and god only knows how peaceful it's going to be when the tourny starts up. It'd be fun to be chosen, though he doesn't really want to enter. Weirdly enough.

He was just about to leave, when he heard a really familiar voice, that reeked of french ancestry. The other voice was Italian if he heard right, not that he was doubting himself, it just didn't hurt to make sure. As he rounded the corner and ducked under the door to, 'Flourish and Blotts.' Tch. Europeans and their weird names. He saw a very... surprising sight.

Nike Amsel, the most anti-social girl he's ever met, the one who shot a stinging hex at him just because he was in her way, the one who- Synn could go on forever- but here she was, in Diagon Alley (Europe) talking to a slightly suspicious looking guy who reminded him of one of the men his Father brought home a few months before. Huh. Nike attracts the most irritating people, doesn't she?

"So, how long will you be staying in England before you go back to France?"

That one was still suspicious to him. So he snuck up behind them, and wrapped his arms around Nike's neck, who started and glared harshly at him. "Who wants to know?" He growled, amused, but still a little worried. (Not that he cared, it's an automatic response, really)

She was over thinking, something she did a lot, but the way he said it, "I was pretty young when we moved away from there. My grandfather felt that it was too dangerous a city for his grandchildren to grow up in." made her think it sounded a little too rehearsed, something he's said a lot. But she didn't have time to think it over as a second later, her heart almost stopped.

Nike nearly screamed as arms wrapped around her neck, a face next to hers as a deep face growled out a simple question. "Who wants to know?" And only then did she realize that it was the one person she disliked the most, almost more then licorice. A harsh glare settled in her eyes. "Vhy are yoo 'ere, Rowlandz?" She questioned, trying to subtly squirm out of his hold.

Damn. And she was enjoying herself for once. In the place filled with books, and knowledge. And somewhat decent conversation with a boy who didn't think the world revolved around him. She bit her lip and pouted sulkily, blaming her uncharacteristic behavior on the one standing behind her, the one that made her want to grab her wand and use a curse her friend told her... the castration curse. So don't blame her if you say just a tiny bit of venom in her eyes.

"Who wants to know?" someone asked as he wrapped an arm around Nike's neck. Tito immediately felt like returning the threatening posture, but that wouldn't be suitable for a Lentini. Therefore, he just remained relaxed, although his hand gripped the brass knuckles in his pocket, just in case.

Tito tilted his head to the side, humming. This guy was a pretty intimidating guy, and he was probably no stranger to a fight, and Tito wasn't one hundred percent sure he could take him. He probably could, but he didn't want to take any chances, especially with his family there to see it if a fight broke out. He noticed that Nike looked a bit uncomfortable, if the scream hadn't been an indicator. "Vhy are yoo 'ere, Rowlandz?"

"The lady and I were having a conversation, and I'm not sure I ever invited you to join us," Tito said, his fingers slipping into the holes in his brass knuckles. This was only just in case it suddenly came to blows. "And, you know, it's often considered to be polite to give your own name before rudely asking someone else's."

Tito gave a cocky smirk, something he'd gotten used to doing whenever he was faced with the prospect of a fight. "Miss Amsel looks a bit uncomfortable. Maybe you should release her?"

"The lady and I were having a conversation, and I'm not sure I ever invited you to join us," Huh. Now he knew he saw this one before, though he still couldn't place a name on the face. Damn this was getting irritating. "And, you know, it's often considered to be polite to give your own name before rudely asking someone else's." Still. The little punk had a point, albeit a small one.

"Maa, maa. Calm down shorty, nothin' doin'." He knew what he said made no sense, but it was funny watching other people's reaction to his words. "Vhy are yoo 'ere, Rowlandz?" The aim of his affections (read: person he likes to annoy) was glaring at him, but really, it looked like a kitten trying to intimidate a bear. Cute, but useless.

Synn put a pout on his face his intent clear. "Awe. Why else, but spend time with my favorite Beaxbatons girl." He nearly laughed at the BS expression on her face, but was content with annoying her as of now. But, at the moment, he was analyzing the other boy, sharp eyes taking in every small detail the Hogwartian was sending out. Like the fact that there was a weapon in the Italian's pocket.

"Miss Amsel looks a bit uncomfortable. Maybe you should release her?" Hm. So Nike actually told him her name, something she usually didn't do when meeting a stranger. He swept his eyes down to her, a little annoyed at the people she met. "Such a trouble magnet, you are Nike." He muttered, before giving the other a charming grin.

"I don't think I want to." He purred sensually, enjoying the blush on the girl's face, but turning his attention to his current problem. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Awe. Why else, but spend time with my favorite Beaxbatons girl." She twitched and glared stonily up at the idiot, not believing he just said that. I mean, not even a week ago they were at each others' throats. "Miss Amsel looks a bit uncomfortable. Maybe you should release her?" Well... At least Tito was trying to help, but telling Synn to do something he didn't want to do, was like telling a rock to jump in the water. Impossible without magic.

"I don't think I want to." He purred sensually, making her face heat up in anger and indignity. What the hell was he thinking. No. I don't think he was even thinking in the first place. "What are you going to do about it?" And now he was ignoring her, something that made her want to grab her wand and Transfigure him into a bug, just so she could step on him. On that matter, why couldn't she? I mean, it was in Diagon Alley, covered in magic. So she could just do one little spell to teach him why they called her (when they remembered anyways) a Tranfiguration Prodigy.

Her hand immediately went for her wand holster. But... it would be fun to see where this was going. Either Synn gets in trouble or hurt, or Tito gets in trouble... or hurt. Damn them. She couldn't do anything until it got violent. It wasn't her responsibility to watch over the idiot, she glared upwards, or Tito. Now, onto another dilemma... how in the name of Circe was she going to get Synn to let go of her.

The Quarter-Veela was walking in Diagon Alley in the middle of the day. After Apparating into London enough from her home, she certainly had the entire map of the Wizarding World things memorized. However, there was only so much you could do in Diagon Alley, the girl had already flirted with most of the men who worked there. What fun was having the beauty that came with anyone with Veela blood if you didn't use it? And of course, Antonia used that to her advantage as much as she could. She never wanted a dull moment.

As she walked past Flourish and Blotts, through the window, she saw the back of someone and then two of her fellow Beauxbatons classmates. Was everyone from France in Diagon Alley or something?

The chiming from the bells when someone entered the store could be heard as the student walked in and headed over to where the other students were. "What ees thees? Some fuckeen' Beauxbatons reunion een ze store?" Her dark green hues travelled from Synn's arm around Nike's shoulder to the good looking student that she had never seen at Beauxbatons before. Perhaps he was a Hogwarts or Durmstrang student? Antonia's face quickly turned from annoyed to flirtatious whilst giving the mystery student a once-over.

"Maa, maa. Calm down shorty, nothin' doin'." Shorty... He called Tito shorty... Tito was tall for his age, not at all short. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of this new guy. It would be so easy, and feel so good, but Mama Lentini would probably batter him senseless for causing a scene in a public place like this.

"I don't think I want to," the man said with a very annoying smirk that made Tito grip the brass knuckles in his pocket tighter. "What are you going to do about it?" This man just kept rubbing Tito the wrong way, and Tito could tell that he was hardly even trying to do so. This was all natural for him, something that pissed Tito off.

Tito was just about ready to start wailing on this guy, when someone new appeared, a very beautiful girl who caused a bit of a stir in Tito's head. Was she using some kind of magic? He could feel his mind become a bit clouded, but he quickly shook it off. "What ees thees? Some fuckeen' Beauxbatons reunion een ze store?"

More butchered English... Tito opened his mouth to reply, but just then he heard a voice from behind him. "Hey, T, is there a problem?" He turned around and saw his cousin D'Angelo standing there, watching the spectacle with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing I can't handle, D'Angelo," Tito said, waving D'Angelo off with the hand not clutching the brass knuckles. "Vada via, man. Vada via." D'Angelo nodded and walked off. Tito looked back to the guy having his arm around Nike, glaring at him. "So, are you going to let her go, or is this gonna end with a fight?"

"Mmkay. I'll catch ya later then, eh?" Having yet not realised what looked like a big argument going on in the shop, Alastair had casually walked around with his sister, not exactly knowing the suspicion of other seventh year Slytherins that happened to be walking by.

Once saying bye and parting ways, he found himself walking right into someone and breathed a, 'the hell?' It really didn't take him long to realise there were two people he knew there, and it made it all a whole lot interesting.

"Hanging with the Beauxbatons students I take it, Tito?" Oh, he knew Tito. Then again, the whole damn school knew Tito. "Everything alright here? I don't think parents around here would like their kids to witness a rather disturbing physical fight, do you? You should sort it out like adults."

The tone of his voice was sickly sweet; almost teasing. Guys in an argument sorting stuff out like adults? Not. A. Chance! Especially not as they both seemed rather tough and just a tad intimidating.

Marie stumbled over to the small gathering of students in the shop, her dark eyes tried to analyse the situation which very much looked like a fight. Placing an innocent look on her pale features she glanced around the group. Tito a ravenclaw in her year looked rather intimidating, with two girls and another two older students.

"What's going on here?"

She murmured making her voice loud enough to grab their attention, the Slytherin raised an arched eyebrow in amusement.

"What ees thees? Some fuckeen' Beauxbatons reunion een ze store?"

Mon dieu. Could it get any worse? They were attracting a lot of attention here, something she disliked immensely. How did this happen? She was having a somewhat pleasant conversation with the Italian, when Synn came, then Antonia, then this new guy.

"Hanging with the Beauxbatons students I take it, Tito?"

"Everything alright here? I don't think parents around here would like their kids to witness a rather disturbing physical fight, do you? You should sort it out like adults."

Nike twitched again, resisting the urge to cry. The newcomer, a Hogwarts student of course, sounded like he wanted to fight. He used the same tone she did when threatening Synn. Speaking of Synn, she had her hand retrained in his, making it impossible for her to pull her wand out of her holster, something that added to the stress levels the situation already had at hand.

And now there was a fifth... was it fifth? Person standing there, either she was going to join the fight, or just watch in amusement... like she was doing now... Nike shook her head. "So, are you going to let her go, or is this gonna end with a fight?" That was Tito. But then again, she knew Synn wouldn't let go until someone made him. And apparently this was going to end in pandemonium. They just needed a catalyst to start it all.

She moaned in agitation and glared at the cause of this whole mess. "Rowlandz. I swear. Eef yoo do not let me go, I weel show yoo how too live life az a women."

((So many people @.@))

Synn was amused. The punk was cute in that, 'I'm tougher then you.' way. Something that reminded him of Nike when she was very irritated with him. She puffed up like a balloon and looked like a cute chipmunk. But this boy here reminded him of a rabid squirrel, an animal that needed to be put down... or at least semi-tamed. And from the looks of it. It doesn't look like it was going to happen any time soon.

"So, are you going to let her go, or is this gonna end with a fight?"

He grinned cheekily, enjoying the tension he felt brewing just beneath the surface of thinly veiled words. He pouted down at the Italian, still trying to remember where he saw those mannerisms from. "But I'm so comfortable." He whined out, tilting his head to the side and giving the boy a slight smirk, amused by how easy it was to galvanize him. "You wouldn't want to move if you were in my position, would you?" This question, was of course, rhetorical.

Then he saw- er. Heard. Heard Antonia. Right. She sounded annoyed... I wonder why.

"Everything alright here? I don't think parents around here would like their kids to witness a rather disturbing physical fight, do you? You should sort it out like adults."

Oh. He liked that one. Seemed like he understood exactly what he was doing. Stirring up the pot. This was like Potions. One wrong ingredient, and the whole thing would explode.

"Rowlandz. I swear. Eef yoo do not let me go, I weel show yoo how too live life az a women." He winced. He knew she could do exactly that, seeing her practice that particular curse more times then he could count. He did not want to be on the other end of the stick. But, it was so fun. This... convoargument?

"What's going on here?"

Where were all these people coming from? This was getting sorta... troublesome. "Why, nothing of course fair lady. Just having a slight problem concerning Italians and other Hogwartians... such as your beautiful self."

"Why, nothing of course fair lady. Just having a slight problem concerning Italians and other Hogwartians... such as your beautiful self."

A laugh could be heard from Antonia. That was beauty? The girl looked at the fifth year girl before sniggering to herself. "Clearly people from New York don't have taste een women." And the classic bitch that Antonia was appeared. Antonia was the typical girl that was extremely beautiful and a complete bitch towards girls and completely flirtatious to good looking men.

"Then again, you are ze onlee person I know from zere. I 'ope zey 'ave much better taste een women." She said, shaking her head, completely oblivious to that Tito was from New York as well since she wasn't present when he had said where he was from. "Now you," she moved closer to Tito, turning her Veela charm on, "seem like a man weeth much better taste." All of the men fighting over literally nothing was childish and annoying. Couldn't she just have a nice flirt with a guy and not have to deal with this many people?

(ooc: And that totally sucked. I'm sorry, there's so many people here now and I didn't know what to have her do besides be her bitchy/whore-y(new word! 8D) self.. /shrug)